Cigarettes and coffee have become a crutch
Well it's the way I start off each day
Drag my ass out of bed and I put on a pot
Pick up the guitar and play

Songs of injustice, things that should be
Songs of the past and what's to come
Well I drive 16 hours for tips and a meal
Do it again when I'm done

Well from Jackson, Mississippi to Memphis, Tennessee
When I break down a hundred miles from town
I put my thumb in the air and I roll

Because I'm sensin' some life in the prison of my mind
I write down my thoughts and do my time

Cigarettes and coffee have become a crutch
Well it's the way I start off each day
Drag my ass out of bed and I put on a pot
Pick up the guitar and play